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(This would so be like camping, if I would have gone)

The man then wandered from the field of the long, nutrient rich green locale that he had been resting just as the waters from the heavens began to give the land a decent drink. As he walked aimlessly, shield and sword at the ready, just in case of mortal danger, his mind began to wander once again to what he was longing for.

He did not care if his armor got drenched or if it rusted for that matter. He did not care if a bolt of lightning filled with 1.21 giga watts of electricity struck him in the chest. He did not even care if he should wander off of a cliff and plunge into a deep, dark chasm below him. This man did not fear death. In fact, in the core of his mind, he felt that suicide would be decent considering how his life had gone.

He had lost everything up until now. He had lost his virginity at the age of 12 to some older woman who could think nothing less than for how desperate she was. He had lost his parents in the heat of a war, leaving him an orphan at the age of 16. He had no siblings or other relatives to lean upon to relieve him of his sorrows. And he had even lost his natural eye-sight just one year after his parents had left his world.

Training himself daily seemed to keep his mind occupied for awhile, but it always seemed at around this time, that his subconscious would yearn for something better than what he had. A life filled with color, and riches, and fame. A life that did not have him literally eating off of a bush or picking something off of the ground where no one knows where it had been.

He had wandered for what seemed like forever until a strange ripple in the forest caught his attention. He could not see it, for his eye sight was gone, but he could feel its energetic aura. When his vision had left him, he became reliant on his other senses. And they had heightened considerably.

For someone that was blind, he was surprisingly accurate with his sword when it came to wielding it and slicing a target. He even had an archery set in his tree-like home. In a split second, he had smiled. He grinned because he thought that perhaps this life could become beneficial after all.

He could become an assassin. Someone hired to kill. As he had wandered aimlessly through this ripple, no longer caring about how hot it was to go through, he had stumbled across civilization at last. He could hear the sounds of an inn nearby and figuring that he had no better place to go, he wandered into it.